"$100,000 pressed 'no'."

What was originally a one-sided situation was once again stopped by a large bet.

"What's the situation? Is there still someone pressing 'no'? ”

"And more than Caesar?"

"Who is it, Joseph?"

When the crowd looked at the bettor's username, they were all shocked.

"Username: Lu Mingfei."

"Damn, I'm really going to vote for myself."

"Can anyone tell me why he voted 'no'?"

"If you dare to press $100,000, you can't do it, is he confident or not?"

"They've made such a mess of me."

The professor and the student council president both felt that Lu Ming was not good, so he should really do it.

But Lu Mingfei himself felt that he couldn't do it, so he should really not be able to.

So can he do it?

Just when everyone was in a daze, another bettor dropped another bombshell.

"$20,000 pressed 'yes.'"

Compared to Lu Mingfei's $100,000 bet, this amount is not large, and it is not even as good as Professor Guderian.

But the bettor's ID is very conspicuous.

"Cambridge Folding Knife"

This is the ID of Headmaster Angers.

"The headmaster has blown it up."

"The headmaster took the lead in gambling!"

"The principal is also optimistic about the S-class freshmen!"

The forum exploded again, and the principal's bet completely messed up the situation of the entire handicap.

Everyone no longer bothered to analyze, and bet casually according to their mood and preferences, and the amount on both sides quickly reached a similar number.

"How so?! I planned it first. ”

Fingal felt a mysterious force persecuting him.

"The S-class freshman you are optimistic about seems to have little confidence in himself."

In the quaintly decorated office, Executive Director von Schneider said to Principal Angers.

"On the contrary, I think he's very confident."

Ange smiled.

He had a serene old man's face, and his silver-white hair was neatly combed.

The years had left deep marks on his face, turning his skin into cracked trees or weathered rocks, but the lines were still hard, and his silver-gray eyes were shining.

Even in the middle of the night, he still wears a crisp suit, and his figure is as tall as a suit, like an elderly lion king.

"It takes a lot of courage for me and everyone else to be bullish on him and for him to dare to bet the opposite."

Ange added.

"I think it's a broken jar."

Schneider said coldly.

It can be seen that the promotion of Chinese in Kassel is very successful.

"Tomorrow is the 3E exam, let's wait and see."

He smiled, and the moonlight shone through the window on him, the brilliant reflection seemed to symbolize his eternally burning life force.

"Get up."

At five o'clock in the morning, Master Fen, who had been busy all night, ushered in a cordial wake-up service.

But he didn't buy a wake-up call.

Fingal was about to ignore it, but the intensity of the voice quickly reached the point of breaking through the door.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Before the door opened, he struggled to roll over and get out of bed.

"What are you doing, Senior Brother Lu, the chickens haven't crowed yet."

Fingal opened the door and complained, it was Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

"Get up and exercise."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"Wake up at five o'clock in the morning, you are more skinning than Huang Shiren. If you don't go, my physical fitness class has already passed. ”

He shook his head as he let the bed go.

Then Fingal noticed that he had walked several steps to the bed and was still so far away.

"Go for a workout."

Lu Mingfei pressed his shoulder with one hand, like a five-fingered mountain pressing Sun Monkey.

"No, no, no."

Fingal shook his head frantically.

"Pay it back."

Lu Mingfei stretched out his other hand.

"Just go."

Anyway, this time, when the market closes in the evening, he will have the money to pay back.

Under Lu Mingfei's supervision, Fingal rarely completed the full washing process.

He even changed into a clean tracksuit, although Lu Mingfei bought a spare.

As a militarized school, the Kassel Academy of course has a free gym open 24 hours a day and is very well equipped.

Looking at the various gym equipment, Fingal couldn't remember the last time he was here.

Probably before repeating a grade.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang practiced according to their own habits, while Fingal found a spinning bike.

He turned the resistance to the lowest level and began to fish openly.

Just as he was almost falling asleep, an instinct of the beast's approach made him open his eyes suddenly.

The sharp murderous aura flashed away, and Fingal instantly switched back to his lazy appearance.

"Are you done? Let's go back then. ”

He said happily.

"Let's go for a run."

Lu Mingfei shattered his illusions.

"What?"

Fingal couldn't believe it,

"Endurance is also an important part of a fighter's training."

Lu Mingfei pulled him out of the spinning bike.

"But I'm not a warrior."

He tried to get himself out.

"Didn't you say that the Kassel Academy is a military school? The students in there were all soldiers. ”

Lu Mingfei refuted him with his words.

"Don't, ahhhhh

Fingal screamed all the way and was dragged out by Lu Mingfei.

"I didn't expect Fingal to have such a time."

A few muscle bullies who also came to the gym early in the morning were talking.

"That's the S-class freshman, I met him when I was on 'Freedom Day'."

"It turned out to be him, no wonder he was able to clean up Fingal."

"It's going to be the 3E exam today, and he's still coming to the gym so early."

"No wonder we have to work hard to train such pure muscles."

A muscle bully with a bust larger than the others sighed.

"yes, yes, let's practice quickly."

Inspired by Lu Mingfei, the atmosphere in the gym early morning was as hot as the midday sun.

On the plastic runway of the college, a burly and bloated figure was running fast.

And another, equally burly figure, followed him unhurriedly.

"I can't do it, let's rest for a few minutes."

Fingal said breathlessly.

"By the standards of an ordinary person, you haven't reached your limit yet, not to mention that you're still a half-blood."

Lu Mingfei was unmoved.

"I'm the mutated kind, plus or minus."

Fingal belittled himself mercilessly.

"It's useless to pretend, I know more about your physical condition than you do."

He said lightly.

Fingal gritted his teeth, indeed, his speed had been stuck at the tipping point that Lu Ming did not tolerate.

"I can't do it anymore, what's wrong with love."

Fingal tilted his body and tried to lie down on the spot.

But he fluttered for a long time, but found that he couldn't lie down at all.

"Keep running."

There was a tingling pain in his buttocks, and when he looked down, a sharp sword was slashing at his hip.